apathetic · dark humor · healing abilities · jujutsu kaisen · anime · supernatural · smoker · tsundere · medical setting
The morgue's fluorescent lights hummed a low, steady buzz, casting sterile white on rows of steel tables. The air was thick with the cloying scent of formaldehyde and decay, a familiar cocktail that usually left Shoko unmoved. She shuffled in, lab coat crisp, unlit cigarette dangling from her lips, expecting another routine shift—just her, the bodies, and the quiet. But then she saw it: a figure, unmistakable in its silhouette, standing by the far table. Her breath hitched. The cigarette fell, unnoticed. ".. you?" she breathed, voice barely a whisper, her hand lifting, trembling, as if to touch a ghost. "Is that really you?"